Oh - one spelling nitpick. Cloths with an "aw" sound are pieces of fabric. Clothes with an "e" in it and a long "o" like boat, those are garments. Since both are valid, spellcheck's no help.

oh hey thanks! I always get those two messed up! That's an awesome way to explain it to. Much appreciated

Well I'll vote for a continuation of the vampire fic. But i love the invisospy one too.

I do love me some desperate, shame-ridden Medic.

Why hello 30 minute lunch break, you are so nice to write during! I can never seem to make my food last the full time.

There had been odd happenings lately. Little thins that just did not make sense. He could not tell anyone as he had nothing to really say about it. Like the time he had found the BLU spy's clothes folded neatly and hidden behind a crate.

He swore there was a time to two one of his team had been taken out with a quick back stab and yet...he had saw nothing. Ho flicker of a failing cover or a puff of smoke followed by the other spy coming from the shadows in a disguise. Speaking of such, e had not seen the other disguised as a BLU in quite some time.

Peering about the corner, the RED spy bean to creep up behind the Soldier he had spotted taking a moment to reload his rocket launcher. As he swiftly backed up into the shadows of a nearby doorway in the wake of the Soldier's dying gurgle, he nearly missed it. Smoke. He had not lit his cigarette yet. Instinctivly ducking and skittering backwards, Spy rose with his revolver up only to be met with...nothing. Gun wavering, Spy frowned in confusion. How was this possible? He knew he had smelt smoke and until this moment, he would have sworn that he had heard the sound of a balisong whistling in the air inches above his head when he had ducked. Then why had the cloak not fallen? There was nowhere to hide...so then how..?

Eyes widened behind a red mask as Spy tensed in shock and pain, a blade parting through cloth and flesh. Dropping his gun with a clatter on the ground, he stared ahead blankly. "But..how?" He rasped. In front of him, the damned BLU was right in there, he knew he was but he saw only air! Why had the cloak not fallen when he had struck?

He felt rather then saw the spy lean closer to him as he chocked on his own blood. "You did this to me...and now I will make you pay for it!" The BLU hissed out, twisting the blade before shoving it upwards.

He woke in the re-spawn, utterly confused and surprisingly...very unsettled. The shear hate in the BLU's voice chilled him to the bone. "What did I do..?" He asked aloud in a harsh whisper, hand shaking as he lit a cigarette. What had he done and how did the other stay cloaked like that? What in blazes was going on??

I feel extremely reluctant to write a criticism because I'm very happy that you have found inspiration again, as I love this fic and very much want you to continue it. I'm worried that reading a criticism might make you stop writing >_>

But it's a pretty big issue. Spy is invisible, but his things aren't. So, even if RED Spy couldn't see BLU Spy himself, he should have been able to see the balisong (cigarettes are small so I guess he could have missed one that was quickly dropped on the ground, but how did he miss a knife floating in mid-air right in front of him?)

I'm not going to comment on the typos because, hey, 30 minute lunch break, who wouldn't be tired? And your other chapters and fics have no typos so you obviously can write.

Aahh dammit! You're right! How could I even MISS that? Thank you very much for pointing that out! I do appreciate criticism so please do not -not- tell me things things. AND NOW! For a quick reasoning pulled out of my ass! ....it was dark and..Spy was crouched down...till he stabbed? Hahah I don't even know suspend disbelief dear readers! I actually DID think of something like this! Can Spy still use the disguise kit?

Hm...It has come to my attention that some people would like a Watersports fic about Sniper and perhaps Spy but it hasn't been cemented yet. Would people prefer I post that in it's own thread if I do write it or in here and obviously mark it?

Wow >.> been dead for a few days. Is it the Holidays or something else? No one wants my stuff

>>79

I just feel kinda bad bugging random people to satisfy my own kinks.

For the record, I did like your Invisi-Spy and Medic story. Spy's half-french dialogue felt a little awkward, but aside from that it was golden. Whore Medic is the best medic.

No no, asking me is good! I haven't got a clue what to work on next. Sooo...prompts! toss em! Also, Watersports thing, this thread or another?

watersports please!

If you're gonna write the watersports fic, then I'd suggest just skip the hassle and post it on here. We're all adults (hopefully), and if we can handle hot necrophilic clone sex, then I'm pretty sure no one's going to through a bitch-fit over the (relatively) tame watersports. Just maybe put a warning on the top and the bottom of the post and it will be fine.

And don't be silly! We all want your stuff! especially the invisi-spy/spy crossfaction

>>79 Are you kidding me? Your thread is the one I always look forward to! I like your writing, and the prompts you take up.

Watersports = definite yes! I do hope you will continue the InvisiSpy x Spy one as well...

I'd suggest you make a different thread for the watersports fic, not because of the squick (ok, yeah, urophilia does squick me out, but that's what warnings are for; I could very easily skip the watersports fic if you just put a warning on the top and the bottom of the post), but simpy for organization's sake.

This thread already contains several different fics (two of them still ongoing) and a lot of comments. Adding yet another (potentially ongoing) fic would make it harder for people who just want to read the Vampire fic or the invisi-Spy fic to find them; especially because the chapters tend to be pretty short and, scrolling down quickly, could easily be mistaken for comment and accidentally skipped.

ahaha! Comments! I feed on you to stuff my ego. Thank's guys! Millia you do have a point but if it is a one shot..I don't want to just chuck it up on it's own right? Then again..hhmm..Will have to think about that one. Maybe I should put like...giant lettering...can I change the size of my lettering on here? Aside from this of course.

>>81

To be honest, anything involving Medic, (preferably involving Medic getting something up his butt) is good by me. I also have a weakness for drunk!Medic.

Yeah, I'm kind of lousy at this prompt thing. Just keep writing stuff that you like and it's likely to mesh somewhere with my kink list.

Alright so the plan is! Seperate thread for Inviso spy and Vampire spy [which needs a better name plox] and all random prompts will be in here. Sound good? Good! Side note, anyone know of a chan that's awesome like TF2 chan that I can post my non-TF2 stuff in?

>>88

There are dozens of chans, but I don't know any that uphold a good quality standard like Tf2chan AND accept all sorts of fanfics. I do wish you luck on finding one!

(Looking forward to new writing from you!)

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[Deleted the last one, had some issues with Italics that made everything all retarded. I don't know where this came from so..enjoy this]

Scout was a manly sort of guy. He was from Boston after all, and pretty damn amazing and all. He knew early on that he just wasn't interested in chicks. None of them were as amazing as his Ma and they were all clingy and shit. Problem was, the guys were just as bad! He only had one guy he had fooled around with back home and broken things off pretty quick. He had been bored out of his mind! He figured he would just deal with it after his contract was up or something. That had of course been the Universe's cue to be a douche.

By the time he got shipped off to a base, he was one of the last ones to get there. Meeting the others had been...odd. Soldier was a fucking nut job, plain and simple. The Medic gave him the creeps but the Hardhat was pretty cool. No Demoman yet, he was to arrive the next day with their Pyro. Sniper apparently was already there but tended to stay in his nest thing or his van which left their Spy and the Heavy Weapons Guy. For some reason they were coming the same day as him but on a different train. Made no damn sense but whatever Scout thought.

It was just before supper that they went to meet the night train. Scout bounced about until Engineer put a hand on his shoulder. “Relax now Jackrabbit, yer bouncin' ain't gonna make that train come any faster an' yer makin' me tired jus' watching ya.” He said to which Scout just rolled his eyes but settled down, arms crossing over his chest. “Dat's cuz yer old.” He replied, darting away at the sound of a train whistle before Engineer could cuff him.

Scout had mixed reactions to the Spy. A part of him disliked him instantly as he came out of and gave the crowd a once over, nose crinkling under his mask slightly. There was also a part of him that was kinda jealous of the effortless way he glided forwards and seemed so put together. There was a word his Ma used for men like that, Suede? Some 'S' word for fancy and shit.

That's when the Heavy stepped off the train. First thing that came to his mind? How big the man was! He was fucking huuuge. As Scout stared, Medic moved forwards to greet. Scout was busy being struck by something he had never known before. He fucking liked them big. After greeting the others, Heavy turned towards him and as if it was just his damn luck, Scout opened his stupid big mouth and crammed his foot into it. Heavy raised an eyebrow before speaking in that thick accent that made Scout's insides shiver. “What leetle man stare for?” and what did he say? “Damn Russki, what did yer Ma do? Fuck a bear?” He felt the color drain from his face as everyone stopped and just stared at him. He couldn't look away from the Heavy even as the man levelled a dark look a him. Medic eventually came forwards, scoffing at Scout before he reached to pat the strong arm. “Ignore ze child, come I vill show you ze rooms.” and with that, they left him standing on the train platform. He wished the ground would just open up and swallow him whole. “Ya you guys jus go ahead.” He said to the empty air. “I'll jus stand here till my fucking boner goes away.” He muttered, head hanging a little. Fuck it all

Haha oh my god.

I loved that so much, you have no idea.

Oh yeah, Hoovy/Scout so precious.
“Damn Russki, what did yer Ma do? Fuck a bear?” That made me laugh to no end. Never stop. I love what you do.

I don't know why but I fucking -love- ScoutxHeavy. I just don't even but that short came ever so easy to me! BUT NOW! I require prompts. lets go, give

okay prompts for you:
"Garters are good to slap ass with"
"Can you scratch your back with that saw?"
"the strange ways of fish in newspaper and food intoxication"

Spy/anyone, with the Spy disguised as the anyone and the anyone pretending to be Spy.

[Alright SO. My hard drive? Fried right the fuck out. I am currently running Ubuntu/linnux on this external hard drive I got. Not to sure how things will look on your end when I post but here's what I got. Once again written up during my lunch break and forgive my attempts at accents there. Trying to find a good medium but I might just give up on them and stick with lingo more then accents. Because even with shit going down, I still love you guys.]

They were a mixed breed, hailing from all parts of the globe and social groups. So it was no surprise that topics ranged far and wide over dinner. Of course, it was a given that their different tastes brought forth various arguments. No one was sure how the current topic came about, but talking about undergarments was always fun.

"Ah still say you all be puttin' t'much effort inta all ya underclothes. A real man dun need any o'dose flippin t'ings" Demoman said, giving a wave of his hand with the other firmly wrapped about the neck of his scrumpy.

"well not alla us wanta walk about freeballing it mate." Sniper replied with a shake of his head. "Don't see no point in being all fancy when ya gunna jus' take it all off." He added, glaring at Spy when the sound of a scoff reached his ears. "Wot ya gurglin' for?" He snapped, not looking amused as Spy leaned back in his chair while taking a slow draw of his cigarette before letting it out in small almost smug rings before he replied. “I would not 'ave expected a simple bushman to understand ze pleasures of underclothes. Especially on a delightful lady.” He said with a sigh “Seeing ze form, curves teasingly covered with delicate lace. Ze way zey move in zis..is..oh..magnifique." He said, gloved hand raising to take another slow draw from his cigarrete.

After a few moments, Medic surprisingly piped up to add to the conversation. "Ja, I would haff to agree, it not about taking off but the looking at. Very pretty." They gave the usually very reserved man a rather stunned look that shifted to Heavy when he spoke up. "Da. Be liking garters. Very nice on pretty legs." He said. Medic shifted a little, a gloved hand coming up to adjust his tie.

Spy looked between the two before chuckling, giving a slow grin about his cigarette. "Aaahh oui..zere ez a certain...allure of thise. Zey could be so innocent or very very naughty." He agreed. Scout up to this point had been rather quiet, just eating his meal in the way he normally did, shoveling it into his mouth. It was only when he was finished did he pipe up, standing with the remains of his Bonk in his hand. "My big brother sez garters are good for spanking ass wit'." before dumping his dishes in the sink. « M'goin for a run. » He tossed over his shoulder before leaving even though it was his turn to do the dishes. No one called him on it though, the table was rather silent until Demoman took a loud swig and cleared his throat. "Boy's gotta point."

I love both of the stories, currently being updated-- but can't help but miss your first story. SpyVamp/Sniper. Any chance of that making a return?

After the war Spy takes Scout under his wing as his apprentice.

>>98 yes actually, I've been poking at things. With my laptop however, shitting bricks. I have been sort of blocked as the chapters are on teh hard drive currently being used as no longer a storage drive but the drive to hold and run Ubuntu on [wtf would anyone willingly use this shit I don't fucking even how you work it?] and so I am..stalled.

I always wonder though, I add little hints and bits in there and wonder if anyone gets them or if it's only me and people look right past them. There were two in there, right about garter time. One a tad more obvious then the other. Sort of an insight to other back story bits.

>>100

Just a guess, but the more obvious one would be Medic and Heavy having sexytimes with garters and frilly things (which would be amazing if that got written), and perhaps the non obvious had something to do with Scout and garters?

>>101

Or Demo, now that I think of it. (Demo what have you been up to and with whom?)

Soldier doesn't call Demo a skirt-twirling drunk because he's worn a kilt, you know.

Anon >>95 here. That was wonderful and I am giggling like a child right now. Thank you so much.

>>100
>>101
Isn't that reminding you of Medic's yellow garters? (damn I can't remember if that story was from Zayroen or someone else)

>>104

Medic's yellow garters? Wha? Where is this story, I'd like to read it.

Ahaha, yes Heavy and Medic with garter times indeed. I don't know, I can just see Medic as the sort to wear/be convinced to wear such things. The other was indeed Demoman. I was originally going to write Soldier as having said it, then I thought oh hey wait...Solly-Demo Xfactioness. I'm sorry Soldier but when your name is Jane, I am going to think of you in a dress.

OK fellows! More prompts. My hard drive is still down so it's this, watching things on 1channel.ch which by the by? BBC Sherlock go to hell stop being so awesome, and like..those tiny little flash games from armorgames. Which get really boring..really quick. Prompts would be lovely my dears as I lack the space to sit and thing about something with solid plot [I.E Invisospy and I'm not a bloody vampyre]

t;dr:
Yes MedicxHeavy
Yes DemoxSoldier because his name is Jane and when they are both drunk I can see it being Demo's idea
More prompts plox because I have nothing else to do and no time to work on anything with real plot

Okay, okay, I'll try bugging you with more creepy and specific prompts.

Not actually for porn, but I want to see something with seasick Medic.

Two characters who can't stand each other end up cursed and in each-other's bodies.

>>107

If Zaroen doesn't mind. I sorta stole this prompt because I loved it. There's a link down here.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7713805/7/Team_Fortress_One_Shots

GASP! thefted! If you're gunna scoop one of mine you gotta leave one in return! Rules and all. I also rather liked it. Was cute! Spotted a few spelling mistakes here and there but over all, was pretty good

>>110

Okay then,

Soldier Demoman- One teaching the other to overcome a fear of heights.

>>109

Aiee, thank you so much! That was just the sort of fluffy h/c short I was thinking of when I made the request.

For whatever reason, the Medigun and/or Respawn suddenly quit working so Medic is forced to rely completely on his doctoring skills to keep his team mates alive until the equipment comes back online.

>>113 This idea tickles me, I hope Lord Zayroen and Anon do not mind if I nick ideas for a long-term story.

I would like to see it done as it's own prompt too though.

Come back to bump all my threads while I type up the stuff I wrote down in a notebook I then lost and finally found. See 'Lord Zayroen' grin like a dumbass and get all giggly. <--my night so far

I DON'T PISS ON PEOPLE

SO Here is that..sort of watersports but not really because there's nothing sexual and I have no damn idea if this even makes sense fic I mentioned ages ago. I'll...just leave this here I don't even know. What do you guys think?


No one in their right mind used -piss- as a weapon. So it stood to reason that the sniper was just crazy right? He hid in his little room and drank lots of decaf and pissed all day. There had to be more right?

That's what he told himself as he started his little stake-out. It hadn't been easy, but he managed to get a few hours here and there in but the best times were after fights. Sniper had his van after all, so it was just a matter of finding part of the building to hide behind. It was here, watching the man sit outside and stare at the stars with a cold one that he realized what it was. Sniper didn't bathe in it or drink it or anything freaky. He just liked to piss, as in just the act. He had tried to figure it out himself but in the end he decided the best course of action was just ask.

The first time he had just sort of walked up and asked, promptly got stared at and then told to fuck off before Sniper just walked away. It was to late though! He needed to know now and when he set his mind to something, he didn't let it go. So he began to follow him, asking whenever he had a change. In the morning before everyone else came in for breakfast. That time when they were the only ones in the showers after a battle, he'd gotten a black eye for that one. It was a game after a while, to get Sniper alone and ask.

It came as a shock when he swung by to ask during that time Sniper sat outside with a beer that before he could even ask, Sniper told him to sit his ass down. After a brief pause, and a check of the chair, he slowly lowered himself and settled back in the reclining lawn chair beside the lanky man. Sniper clearly wasn't going to talk right away and after a moment of debating on just asking again, he settled back instead and snagged a beer. That's how they spent a good potion of the evening, just sipping beer and watching the stars come out.

By the time Sniper spoke, he'd forgotten why he'd even come out. “Wot you wanna know for?” Sniper asked, gaze still locked on the skies. He's shrugged, fiddling with his can and shifting a little. “Just...something that confuses me so I want to know.” He eventually returned. “It is..you know...that whole fetish thing?” Of all the replied he had expected, a snort of laughter followed by 'I don't piss on folds if that's wot yer getting at' was not on the list. He stared as Sniper tugged his hat down some to block the line of the setting sun.

“Looks loike ya ain't gunna leave me alone, so I'll tell ya but you go blabbing it an you'll regret it, understand?” He growled, not speaking until he got a quick nod. Satisfied, Sniper shifted into a sprawl before sighing.

“I loike how it feels, when ya relax everything an jus let it go. S'not about the piss itself, it's...the release. Everything tingles and let's go. I'll bet ya dun believe me, but pissing on someone...that's jus messy and the smell stays. Dun want that.”

Sniper looked up at the stars, face pensive. “Didn't really notice till ah tried this Jarate stuff. Bladders bigger so I piss more, maybe something changed after it but I don't recall enjoying the feeling. S'kinda like...right after ya wank off, when it's all fuzzy and tingly ya?” He looked over at his guest and chuckled at the somewhat dumbfounded look on his face. “Wot?”

Shaking himself out of his little daze, he gave his head a real shake. “Nothing..just didn't expect...you know a real answer like that. I uh...never pay attention much when I..you know..go.” he said, tossing in a few awkward hand waves before rubbing the back of his neck. Sniper nodded and stood suddenly, stretching out his arms above his head before pushing his hat back with a thumb. “Wotever, jus quit following me.” He said and then was gone, door banging shut on the van.

He sat there a moment before he stood, heading towards the base when he realized something. He had to piss.

bump for more prompts! and review on what I wrote because I want to know if I've just written trash or what

Well, about the watersports fic... I couldn't figure out who was who until the very end. Probably because they were both called Sniper without the RED or BLU addons. I found this one very strange, but enjoyable ,i guess.

As per request, a request. Since some time I have found myself wanting to see more CBS and gentlespy, the latter being gentle / affecionate with the CBS and CBS finding that strange/uncomfortable/baffling etc.

Anyways, good to see you again Zayroen.

hmmm does it seem like both were called Sniper? Shouldn't have been! How disappointing. Wonder why the person I got to read it over missed that! [shameless nudge for a real beta] Was SUPPOSED to be a nameless class following Sniper around till he got an answer.

As for your prompt...CBS is Christan Brutal...Sniper yes? Or Spy? I never did figure out where all that came from! Anyone got a link or something to where I can read up on it?

Also! Thanks Insecuriosity, nice to be back

>>120 I wouldn't mind beta-ing for you. We could always try and see if it works out.
A nameless class? Ah, I guess that's why I couldn't see who was following the Sniper around. I was just guessing the only person wanting to hear about Sniper's piss-fetish would be someone who also had something with piss.

CBS is indeed Christain Brutal Sniper. Reading up on it isn't really possible since it's all from video's. There isn't much to go from to be honest, but that just makes for more freedom within your story if you ask me.

This is the original Gmod video. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iczmIosE4z4

And this is one with GentleSpy ( basically just a nicer than normal Spy with a fedora ) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M_WDuRQw2Ks&feature=related

Hope to see you soon Zayro!